Blacktail Deer Plateau a leaf on the wind

Blue could not have asked for a better audience. He listened well and he paid attention and he even smiled in some parts. The thing with a story was that it could be told in a number of different ways, and it meant something different to each story teller or chronicler. She was going to be happy to hold that title as well as Caretaker and Healer, all three she was suited for she thought anyway.

She smiled and lowered her eyes in shyness Thank you, it was our livelihood I had to be good at it, or we may not eat that night. So my father taught me the best that he could as did my mother. She looked up at the sky too and nodded her head in agreement and then gave him a small smile Gladly I will share a day of nothing but stories with you. It is a plan. She grinned again and with one last look she continued on to search for things she needed.